Music For The Dying (Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems)
Ye who will help me in my dying pain,Speak not a word: let all your voices cease.Let me but hear ...
Ye who will help me in my dying pain,Speak not a word: let all your voices cease.Let me but hear ...
The grandeur of deep afternoons,The pomp of haze on marble hills,Where every white-walled villa swoonsThrough violence that heat fulfills,Pass tirelessly ...
Echo of the clocktower, footstepin the alleyway, sweepof the wind sifting the leaves.Jeweller of the spiderweb, connoisseurof autumn's opulence, blade ...
We live freeAir is free, clouds are freeValleys and hills are freeRain and mud are freeThe outside of carsThe entrances ...
Thou art a radiant and imperial star,Planet! whose silver crest beams bright, afarUpon the edge of yonder eastern hill,That, nightlike, ...
OH , read the lovely melting Song,Till all your inward soul is mov'd ;And as we range these groves among,We'll ...
" SHE dances, And I seem to be In primrose vales ...
1 These seven houses have learned to face one another, But not at the expected angles. Those silly brown lumps, ...
under a rock a cityscape hidden from view roads, side streets, and big highways between the entrances to their homes ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Can I explain this to you? Your eyes are entrances the mouths of caves I issue from wonderful interiors upon ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd! Your horizon rises-I see it parting away for more august dramas; I ...
On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths, When one at the great least of your best loved And ...
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, ...
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his ...
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